On Your Left

[captain_asthmatic]

Months after being cleared for mission duty, things were settling into a normal routine for Steve. He got up before dawn, his mind clearing of the dreams - (nightmares) - he usually didn't remember. Usually he went for a run. Even in downtown Manhattan there were places to go for a good run, and he was always back by eight on the dot for inspection and mission briefings, if there were any.

This week, he had been brought back to D.C. for the first time in a while. Pierce was entertaining some U.N. dignitaries, and wanted Captain America to have a presence. So this morning was the first time since before Insight that Steve had run the Mall.

He ran at his usual easy pace, and as the sun just began to touch the buildings, he came up behind an African American man who was running as well. "On your left," he said automatically as he got close.

Comments

[airfoil]

As one might expect getting shot sucked. They didn't get all the chips replaced in time, they didn't stop Project Insight. They failed and pretty much everything else fell with them. Sam - more literally, caught just as he was jumping from the 41st floor to the helicopter Fury was piloting and crashing down into the Potomac. He thought he was pretty much as good as dead honestly but he washed up on shore and someone took pity on him without turning him over to the hospital for some HYDRA operative to finish the job.

There were more like him pulled into makeshift medical outposts constantly under the threat of discovery. Took about four months to get back on his feet and he was lucky, lucky that it went through his shoulder instead of hitting his heart or head.

Sam spent a lot of time recovering in West Virginia, out in the country were it was less likely for the helicarriers to pass by and start clearing them out. Coming back to D.C. was a serious gamble.

Trying to contact Steve was even more of one. The TVs were playing a real sick kind of story with Steve back on the stage.

"Is that how it is?" Sam called as Steve breezed by. He was wearing a hoodie, sunglasses and shorts, anything that'd keep the satellites from picking up on his identity.